Luyện nghe bài hát True Colors/It's On [Explicit]

This ain't nothin' nigga. All this gang bangin' shit? It ain't nothin' homie, it ain't nothin'. I'd give it up, I'm in this shit for a purpose man. I got a reason dude to get up out of this shit nigga. All that shit ain't nothin' homie. Ask yourself color is the flag? (Red, white, and blue). Yup, red, white, and blue. Now what two colors did we pick? I'm talkin' bout we as black people, what two colors? Think about it, we picked red and blue, what's left? White. Damn right nigga we killin' each other homie

I am a walking, psychopath talking
King of my jungle just a stalking
life like a firecracker quick is my fuse
Then as a deathpack the colors I choose
Red or blue, cuz or blood, it don't matter

My daddy was Nutty Blocc
My uncle was from Nutty
My mama was from Hoover, how she end up here rock?
year old on her lap, that was my older sister
Photos of and my father, now you get the picture
Cutlass outside on D's, you think it
15 inches, had Love, subbin'
My bout to see Rocky at the Compton Drive In
through the movie her stomach start throbbin'
My start panicin', moms in the passenger seat
Scared of contractions so stiff as a mannequin
Pops put the car in reverse and then out
"Drive motherfucker" them the my mom skrt'd out
80 down Wilmington, pull up at Killer
Rush my mama to her room and let the doctor do his
Was a whole lotta blood, I was born in it
Gang banging my family got torn in it, all

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

Jordan got to the Bulls, '85 here
My Uncle sniffin' cocaine off my high chair
in the kitchen cookin', pops on the couch baggin'
Cousin's loadin' Louie Vuitton duffles in the Wagon
Fiends walkin' in and out my house in old
Pops used to tell me: "Son, you ever be like me
The Bloods want to kill me, the never catch me
And when you gang bangin' life's shorter Joe Pesci"
Then one night my pops came off heroin
changed, I'm glad my mama didn't marry him
Molested my sister that night she was scared
I was too young to help her and my brothers there
It was late night, 2AM, my mother at
My sister came up the stairs and it was blood on her shirt
Blood on her face, on her hands, blood on her legs
Turned on the light and was red
I'm by

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

Seven years passed, now a lil nigga things
Playin' with the birds like Magic, we was the dream
Posted up on the block, I had that Hakeem
'64s hop my nigga, no green screen
Walkin' from the Tanas to the Cedars with my closed
Red in my pocket, how you hide those?
Larry crack spot, my brother got me servin'
Couldn't cook, burnin' holes in my Dennis Rodman
Then a nigga turned Pippen on these
40 sippin' on these
If you Crippin', we was on you nigga
But the would never lay down
They thought that it was town
We thought it was so we would empty out the trey pounds
school especially since it was an all Crip school
I'm lucky I'm alive, but would you be if bullets hit
26 dead and 2 dead brothers
Compton is a cold
Niggas over

Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,
Colors, colors, colors, colors,
My colors, colors, colors, colors,

- On

If took the flag out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If took the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, make a fist and it
If someone the flag out my pocket
it around my knuckles, make a fist and lock it
If someone the flag out my pocket
Wrap it around my knuckles, a fist and lock it

These rappers gimmicks, fuck an
Straight out of Village
If it's any real activity I'm in it in the midst of the
Still had a vision, I never gave up
Game put me on this song and I around and came up
I'm Jungles, my niggas gone so I'ma do it for them
Antman, Nightmare, B.S.I.P., M
It's struggle first, blessin'
Like I've been hittin' all my life and I passed
it active for my son he know his daddy ain't a bitch
Been bangin' all my life now I'm just tryna get
This shit is drastic, my bashin'
On rappers I'm after
The cabbage is all matters
I'm laughin', these niggas
Osbe, gang bangin' is my hobby
Except my cars it's a fuckin' dead body
I'm from The Jungles, all the call me Barzan
Loadin' up the clips and out them stolen cars and

If someone took the out my pocket